Whatever is Pure - February 2007
Holy Holy Holy
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God almighty!
Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God almighty!
It's been over 24 years now since my brother was killed in a car accident in the early morning one April day. It was a horrific and traumatic experience and much of the week following his death is a merciful blur.
On the Sunday before his funeral I attended my home church's morning service, having flown in to Calgary from my mission base in Ontario. I was heartsick; my brother was one of my best friends, my protector and my cohort in imaginary games and life experiences. We grew in our faith together in the early years of our Christian walk at this church. I sang the songs, lifted my hands in praise but it was all empty, wooden and numb that morning.
I felt empty until we began singing Holy Holy Holy and felt myself lifted as I rose to my feet, raising my arms up much as a child would in hopes of being picked up by an adult. As the verses continued, tears began to flow…. "Though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see …" Even in the darkness of my broken heart, I knew my God was big, He was huge, He was able to carry me and carry my heart, he was able to carry my questions, my doubts, my pain. He was even able to carry my struggles to forgive the drunk driver who thoughtlessly murdered my brother
It was a sunny spring morning as we drove home and I could see the beautiful Rockies in the distance, majestic and still and I realized my God was so big, so strong and so mighty and he would not break as he carried me. None of my burdens would weigh him down and he could carry my hurting family as well.
How comforting it is to know the Bigness of God in the times of our deepest pain. What a blessed salve it is to our broken and wounded hearts to know that the Creator of the universe, he who holds all the stars in his hand, carries us in his heart. He knows us by name, he is intimately acquainted with every thought, every heart cry and every motive of our heart and he loves us still.
The Fields Of WhiteThe year of 2002 in the loss of my husband
As I look to see the fields of white, a stillness lays across my sight,
The cold, and lifeless, color of the Snows,
Though all seems to be at rest, my thoughts go to the roots at best,
Oh Snows of White that captures me, as I gaze out there after thee.
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The War We Are Fighting
"Put on the full armor of God so that you can stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." (Eph 6:10-12)
© Linda Ann Henry
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Determined To Live In Hope
From the DCQ Archives at
Luke 8:43-48 NKJV
I live with a congenital progressive neurological condition and as a result, I have great sympathy and admiration for the courageous woman mentioned in Luke's account. Ever hopeful, she had not given up in her quest for healing. Enduring treatment after treatment only to be faced with failure again and again, she pressed on. Even when all appeared to be hopeless, when her wallet was empty and her resources were completely spent, this woman determined to live in hope.
This determination came at a price that went far beyond her pocketbook. In the times of Jesus, a woman who bled in such a way was considered 'unclean' and 'shameful', definitely an illness to be kept as hidden as possible. As she went from doctor to doctor, her private business could have became the gossip of the neighbourhood. "Tsk, you think she'd just resign to the will of God, it's her burden to bear ..." More than likely, her loving friends and family counseled her to stay home and to stop seeking treatments, after all, hadn't every attempt to find healing failed? In their good intentions, they didn't want her to get her hopes up only to have them crushed.
She was well used to pushing past societal prejudices, the good intentions of others, her past experiences and her own fears, yet she still trembled as she pressed through that last barrier, seeking God's healing. Her need and her faith overcame her timidity as her fingers touched the hem of his garment and instantly ... she was healed. She could have retreated back in the crowd and kept her anonymity intact but in obedience and gratefulness, she declared her healing, even though in the process, she was revealing her past shameful condition to multitudes of strangers. By her faithfulness, she received yet another precious gift, the gift of peace. No longer would she need to hide in the shadows, the Truth had set her free.
Jesus, Healer of all, we come to you, knowing you are the God that heals bodies and heals hearts. We place our trust in you as our great Physician and we determine to live in hope and not in darkness. Jesus, you came not only to heal our bodies but restore our lives and we step out of the dark shadows of our secret shame into your light. We gladly receive your forgiveness and open our hearts to your healing correction and gentle conviction. No longer do we need to live in the bondage of the fear of being 'found out' for who the Son has set free is free indeed. We put our trust in the one who promises to forgive our sins cleanse us from our unrighteousness.
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